Bearclaw Valley test & recognize

Nary a word was said between them, but in the midst of the hunt, words were not often needed. She got the gist of the woman's gesture as she moved ahead. She was not much of a speedster, her heavy frame suiting her more for the tackle, but she was far less bulky than the woman she joined up. Orson took the lead, her eyes locked on the tottering fawn. She took a wide berth, sidling up the herd. She'd take them at an angle, hoping that her feint would give the herd a false sense of security before she started closing in — and that the fawn's naivety would keep it calm as she moved.